The Marian Tree
There is a unique powerful tree
Germinated from the natural soils of the earth
The roots sank intently into the divine depth
Greenish, super-productive, more a flower than tree
Her feminine arms stretched out, a worthy shade
While its efflorescence looks up steadily to the sky
Our elegant, virgin queen tree of life, so nigh
Not like the sure visions of the ancient great saints
Or other mental pictures of soaring imaginations
But perfect that many find underneath a cool base
Such loyal that it was worthy of a divine selection
Alas, a gentle breeze and cruise blew it in a minute
And since she totally agreed with the divine agreement
The shoot thrusted forth and flowered with a fruit
The special fruit ripened in time, a spectacle to behold
Suddenly, an evil wind of fate broke out and opposed
Seven eerie daggers pierced the heart of the tree
The precious fruit broke off and fell on the ground
All those under the tree wailed and lost their grip
T’was then known, the fruit is as well the bread of life
Upon which to feed all the people and nations to survive
But on the third day a new news gathered momentum
That seeds of the fruit had sprout alive again and risen
Re- germinated with power and vigor as victor too
That He has won and won every opposing power, risen
And the queen tree is now the mother of the savior too
Then songs of victory chorused around the tree of life
While children rallied around as the victor family of life
Witty songs say: those who stumble while doing charity
Now know that to fall on divine grounds is to rise
And those who look up above and receive threats of life
Now know it’s better to die in order to live and rise
And those who obsessively learn and research for clarity
Now know every human task has to be green, pro-life
And that to carry well our cross can pay a gold-crown
Then with deafening noise, the strange wind popped back
Like unguarded tour, crashed back with threats to attack
Many singers ran back to the coddle of the maternal tree
The Marian tree now spoke in subtle and strong decree
Of course you know Him my fruit, who He is my son ah
The eternal conqueror, the Lion of the tribe of Juda
Instantly a fierce roar was heard from afar off away
And swiftly the eerie winds and their master faded away
Then the sweet Easter songs re-switched re-chorused
It does not matter even if they threaten again to fight
For Christ the winner has won, our bread of life
The fruit seeds got planted and ‘twas born the church
Branches fled to churches and homes as decors of fortune
And graduates can now wear the green leaves to be pro-life
For saved we are from the gloomy doom to a boosty boom
BY
FR. DR. ALOZIE EUFENE
(Eugenic Anthology, 2024)